As night fell on the southern forests bordering the province, Lendriss, weary from a long day’s journey, finally decided to make camp. For a sorceress, especially an elven sorceress accustomed to a certain standard of living, this was nothing new nor particularly challenging. A simple summoning spell brought her travel tent and all its amenities unfolding into existence. While looking rather modest in its exterior, the interior was bedecked with fine tapestries, a soft bed with high-quality linens, and a sturdy oak nightstand. On this, she placed her satchel, then prepared herself for bed.
For as bright and ambitious as Lendriss was, she did tend to be absentminded at times, being so preoccupied with her passion for magical novelties. This manifested in a small, yet significant oversight: she neglected to fully secure the entrance to her tent. Anyone remotely familiar with this forest—or most any forest for that matter—knew that it was essential to put out all fires and light sources before settling down for the night. As it turned out, through the small opening in both the tent and the satchel resting on her nightstand, a small glimmer from the potion could still be seen. That bit of illumination alone was enough to attract a most unwelcome guest.
What would only look like a wandering ball of floating light from a distance found its way through the tent flaps. Once inside, the tiny winged being, known by her kindred as Fayetta, hovered in place and dimmed her aura to avoid waking the elf in a sound slumber a few feet away.
Pixies are naturally, almost hypnotically drawn to shiny things, and Fayetta was no exception, but she had never seen or heard of anything quite like this—which only made it all the more enticing. Flying right inside the satchel, she pressed her hands against the glass container, staring in wonderment at each tiny bubble that danced within. A quick tug revealed the vial was lodged under some other items, so Fayetta went to work attempting to dig it out. Unfortunately, this resulted in a heavy object—some sort of book—slipping to the bottom of the satchel as it was rearranged and a sharp thunk sounded throughout the tent when it hit the wood surface of the nightstand.
Lendriss rolled over to face her nightstand and began to stir, but every pixie worth her mettle is prepared for such an eventuality. In one quick motion, Fayetta suspended herself over the elf’s face and extended her hand, emitting a mist that flowed into the larger being’s nostrils. It was the best the creature could muster, but it was just enough for Lendriss’ form to relax and sink further into the bedding, muttering something unintelligible under her breath.
Relieved, Fayetta went back to work freeing the vial, until at last it was loose. At this point, she would have normally picked it up and flown off with it, but something like this...with such an invitingly warm, beautiful color...she had to investigate further.
Pressing her feet against the glass for leverage, Fayetta pulled at the cork stopper lodged in the top of the vial, working it in every direction. It was quite snug, requiring every last bit of her limited energy, but it finally popped off, allowing the heavily breathing, yet blissfully excited pixie to peek her head inside...
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